The world of film and television begins with Hikaru no Go

After Di Chun left, only Di Renjie and Zhang Rui remained in the room.

Di Renjie looked at the set of clothes on the table, his expression softening slightly. He raised his hand and beckoned Zhang Rui, "Come and take a look."

Zhang Rui approached and looked down.

It was a plain-colored round-necked robe. The material wasn't particularly good, but the stitching was fine and the cut was good. There was also an extra hidden stitch at the cuffs, probably to prevent it from wearing out after a while.

Next to it was a small turban, wrapped neatly in black gauze.

Zhang Rui had a vague idea that the clothes were made for him, but when he actually saw them, they still felt somewhat unreal.

"This is... for me?"

"Otherwise what?" Di Renjie looked at him. "You can't keep wearing this thin clothing. It's fine now, but what about when winter comes? Besides, we're setting off for the capital tomorrow, enduring wind and rain along the way. How can you possibly withstand this?"

Zhang Rui was speechless. He looked down at the clothes and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

It tastes sour, bloated, and has a touch of warmth.

"What are you standing there for? It should be wearable, right? Go try it on and see if it fits."

Actually, Di Renjie wasn't sure, but since they could eat, they could probably change clothes too.

When Di Chun was asked to make the clothes, he was not sure what to do. He just thought that it wouldn't cost much money. If the clothes could be worn, that would be great. If they couldn't be worn, then he would think of another way.

Now that we've kept this child by our side, we have to take good care of him.

"……Um."

Zhang Rui responded, picked up his clothes, and walked into the inner room.

He closed the door and quickly changed out of his short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

When the round-necked robe was unfolded, the fabric rustled softly.

Looking down at the clothes I had changed out of, I suddenly felt a little dazed.

Between these two sets of clothes lies more than just time.

I put on the round-necked robe; the sleeves were the perfect length, and the shoulder width was just right, though the waist was a little loose. It would fit perfectly with the leather belt.

He then put the small turban on properly and looked at himself in the bronze mirror in the corner of the wall—the mirror reflected a young man with a fair face and no beard, delicate features, and a plain round-necked robe. Apart from his short hair, he really looked like an ancient person.

He looked down at the cuffs, where the stitches were densely packed, and they had tiny raised bumps to the touch.

When did Judge Di take the measurements?

I had only known Di Renjie for a little over a day, and I had never heard him mention making clothes, nor had I ever seen him measure himself against a ruler. Yet these clothes fit me so perfectly.

"Is it changed yet?" Di Renjie's voice came from outside.

"alright."

Zhang Rui pushed open the door and walked out.

Di Renjie was sitting in a chair waiting for him. Hearing the noise, he looked up and his gaze fell on Zhang Rui.

The boy changed into this outfit; the plain-colored round-necked robe made him look more energetic, no longer the thin and frail figure he had when he first arrived.

The pale white fabric, though simple, was clean and neat, which, when combined with his young face, made him appear quite handsome.

The small turban was worn neatly, though not as properly as that of the sons of officials, it was still tidy.

"How is it? Does it fit?"

Zhang Rui turned around.

A smile appeared in Di Renjie's eyes. He put down his teacup, stood up, walked over to Zhang Rui, and subconsciously tried to straighten his collar and turban, but he failed again.

"fit."

Seeing the old man's hand hovering in mid-air, Zhang Rui's heart sank. He lowered his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he spoke softly, "Lord Di, I'll go and put the old clothes away."

"Let me do it; you probably don't know where to put it."

Di Renjie entered the inner room, where Zhang Rui had already folded the clothes he had changed out of and placed them in a corner.

He walked to the edge of the couch, picked up the clothes in his hand, and touched them.

I could actually touch the clothes I had taken off.

Not only is the material used minimal, but the fabric is also extremely thin.

How do you dress a child in clothes like these?

Di Renjie frowned, folded the clothes again, and stuffed them into a box.

Zhang Rui stood still, watching Di Renjie's actions, and suddenly spoke: "Di Renjie."

"Um?"

"When did you take your measurements for this garment?"

Di Renjie sat down by the bed and smiled, "You've been by my side all this time, how could I not have noticed?"

Zhang Rui remained silent for a moment.

"Thank you, Judge Di."

Di Renjie simply waved his hand: "It's all a small matter."

Dinner was a simple meal of porridge and a few side dishes. We were leaving early the next morning, so the kitchen wasn't in the mood to prepare anything complicated.

Zhang Rui served Di Renjie a bowl of porridge and handed it to him before serving himself.

The two sat facing each other, eating quietly.

After a while, Zhang Rui put down his chopsticks, seemingly wanting to say something, but then remained silent.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Lord Di, what is the capital city like?"

"The capital city," Di Renjie put down his chopsticks, his gaze falling to the window. "Prosperous, yet complex. You've never been there?"

"no."

Zhang Rui shook his head.

Before his transmigration, he had never even left his county town. In the world of Hikaru no Go, he had been to quite a few places, but Xi'an was a place he had never actually been to.

Not to mention Chang'an during the Wu Zhou period, which I've only seen in TV dramas.

"It's a good place, but also a difficult place to stay," Di Renjie said, as if talking to himself. "I've been in the capital for twenty years and have seen all kinds of people. Some have the world in their hearts, while others only care about themselves. Some are upright, while others are greedy. That's how the capital is; all kinds of people are there, and all kinds of things can happen."

Looking at his profile, Zhang Rui suddenly asked, "Lord Di... why did you come to Pengze?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

Demotion from the capital to a county town is naturally a form of demotion, and demotion is hardly a good thing.

Di Renjie remained silent for a while, picked up the bowl, slowly took a sip of porridge, and then said, "Some things are better left unsaid."

Zhang Rui didn't ask any more questions and ate his meal in silence.

"What, worried about this old man?"

"No... I just think the capital must be very far away, and you're your age..."

Di Renjie paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting the child to bring this up.

After a while, he smiled, his eyes softening slightly: "It's alright, I'm still quite healthy."

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Late at night.

The county government office fell silent, with only the occasional distant sound of the night watchman's drum.

Zhang Rui lay on the low couch, staring at the beams above his head.

I'm leaving tomorrow, leaving this place where I only stayed for a little over a day.

Strangely, I felt a little reluctant to part with it.

It's not that I'm reluctant to leave this place, but that I'm reluctant to leave this feeling of being taken care of.

In the first world, he was "playing it off," feeling that he would leave sooner or later, and that investing emotions would only make him miserable.

But now...

Zhang Rui glanced furtively at the direction of the bed; in the darkness, there was only a blurry outline.

Judge Di also seemed to be awake: "Still not asleep?"

"no."

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Rui was silent for a moment: "Think about tomorrow's path."

"Fear?"

"no."

Zhang Rui turned over, facing the bed: "I just felt... it was pretty fast."

From yesterday to today, from strangers to acquaintances, it's only been a little over a day.